it's all a game.
and it's all the same.

in early november, when i took the three-hour trudge down pyramid highway towards reno, i was completely oblivious. there was no way of imagining the finality of my decision. i'm over three-hundred miles away from that highway. that home. that life. but i've got it figured out now. i know what needs to be done. i know what i need to accomplish. and ( Read more... )

zack de la rocha of the late rage against the machine, on a dvd including live performances, did an fascinating interview with a diffinitive author on the topic of globalization. his name has most likely been coined in most of your minds: noam chomsky. so now that i'm at borders, i decided to grab one of his books and explore his ideas. i often ( Read more... )

a malevolent cold snakes through the fibers of my imitation leather boots, untied, and spray painted. my hands, clutching a lucky strike, tremble. bedraggled locks of hair impede the perception of my otherwise keen blue eyes. the light of a looming street lamp washes over me like a lover's tears of staggering rage as i drive my fist into the pocket ( Read more... )

saturday, i called hosain and inquired, as per usual, as to whether or not he would like to take me away from my detatched suburban domain, and spend the day with me in town. after nicole stopped by with my shirt, book, and herbal supplement, i drank a cup of jarika's tea (thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou jari bear) and waited until hosain brought ( Read more... )

so late. the photons of that distant, scintillating orb will forsake this side of the earth for two more hours. then daybreak. the dull, inexorable pain in my stomach will intensify. at night, reality always seems to stare me in the face. surrounded by people, yet so alone it's sickening. it reminds me that i have no one. it signifies another ( Read more... )

in acquiescence to my nihilistic, atheistic, and self-destructionist viewpoints, i've decided to start smoking cigarettes. if the whole marfan's syndrome thing pans out, i won't live past twenty-nine, anyway. plus, i've never been chemically addicted to anything. i'm looking forward to it ( Read more... )

i'm still in tucson AZ. for once in a long while i'm actually enjoying life. i've been working with brothers for a moving company, and making copious amounts of money. the greatest thing thus far has been the trip i went on with my oldest brother D.L. i thought it was kinda funny that i've lived seventeen years, and never left the western united ( Read more... )

sometimes, if situations change themselves around enough, or if you're in too many places in too short a time, you forget who you are. you forget what you're doing, and the worst part is, you lose sight of what you wanted. i've wanted to be a writer for as long as i can remember. the sky is blue, the ocean is wet, fire can be dangerous, and cody is ( Read more... )

why is it that a boy who has never touched a drug, or had sex venerates people like Hunter S. Thompson, enjoys movies like Trainspotting, and even tries to write his own drug/sex related material? i don't know why i do either. but i do know this: if you have any artistic integrity in you at all, being deprived of it will cause it to seep from your ( Read more... )